Monday, March 14, 2011

Both Blaine and Dad in Heaven

Dear family: Good morning! When I awoke this morning, I kept thinking I needed to go through some of mom's things, and started reading some of her journals, and found this poem which she wrote on the 4th of January 1985, and decided I wanted to share it with you. Have a wonderful day, and know that what she has shared with us is true. Love Jim

Both Blaine and Dad in Heaven

4 January 1985

Written by Jennie May Woodbury Lee

Both Blaine and Dad in Heaven,

Are anxious for this to be,

And they are watching over us,

And will eternally.

They love each and everyone of us,

And though they're so busy,

Preaching the Gospel over there,

They still love you and me.

They want us to have the very best,

The best of our history,

They love to do genealogy,

And want us to all be free.

They are so anxious for us to do good,

So anxious for me and you,

For they know how important it is

To have all our records true.

Even though we were on our mission,

And doing God's work you see,

He had more important work for him,

So He took him from you and me.

But we are all still together,

Although him we cannot see,

But he knows what we are doing,

Wherever we may be.

Oh some day we will meet him,

And be together eternally,

And then how happy we will be

That we did our history.

Whoever Patriarch Charles R. Woodbury administered to,

He wrote it down in a book,

And when he wanted to know about them,

He could just go and look.

And when we'd come to visit him,

He'd tell us about it, you see,

And so from that experience,

A great idea came to me.

So we asked him to let us have the tape running,

Sitting on the floor,

So when he started to tell all the faith promoting things,

We could listen more.

And then we got them put in a book

So that you could read them, too,

But he wanted you to hear them,

About his experiences true.

Those histories are so important,

Important to me and you,

We should be keeping journals,

Yes, keeping our journals true.

He had a rare and precious gift,

The gift of healing, you see,

And what the Lord inspired him to say,

He knew that it could be,

If you also had the right kind of faith

To be administered to,

For sick or halt or blind or deaf,

The Lord can heal all of you.

Oh some day you will meet him,

And he will say to you,

"Did you hear my testimonies

About my experiences true,

How people of great faith came to me,

Seeking God's blessings under my hands,"

He wouldn't take any of the credit,

But said, "Give it all to the Lord,"

For whatever I told them of myself,

I know could never, never come true,

But what the Lord inspired me to say,

As long as you have plenty of faith, and keep all your promises true."